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Wind and sun on Holme-dunes foreshore,
sunken forest hides, tide-sly,
barnacle-crusted, canted concrete,
blue mud, wave-ridged, curlew cry.
Sea, breeze-textured, flat and sluggish,
lazy lace on muddy blur,
cormorant-gaunt; capped terns fidget -
white the flash of wings astir.
Cumuli in their own spaces,
hazy, milk-cast, smeared on blue,
sea-green gilded where sun kisses,
cold glaucescence, clouds ensue.
Wuther-wind about my woolled head,
till my own stillness chills me, though
sun sand-dazzles, diamonds gravel,
deep-sigh, turn about and go.
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It's the lazy Triton again. :)
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The Singing Season
PoetryThe Singing Season. That's the spring-time. You'll also like other MajorSeventh poetry collections - and there are so many to choose from.
